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J0ragrance 
of JQ^ove 



Katharine Eggleston Junkermann 



^pHE joy of its presence, its beauty and 
^^ fragrance should uplift the thought, 
and dissuade any sense of fear. 

— Science and Health, page 175, lines 10-11-12 



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LIBRARY Of CONGRESS, 

TWO CtJ>l8S KiCOiVOQ 

DEC 23 1907 

Copyright tntry 
cuss A XXc. No. 

COPY B. 



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Copyrighted, December, 1907 

BY 

Katharine Eggleston Junkermann 



Done into type and to be had from 
The McCormick Press, Wichita, Kan. 



s ^ ^HE ROSE sang its song to the 

4 *\ measure 

' ^^ Of the summer wind's low croon, 
Bathed and laved by the dew-drops' 
kisses, 
And peeped at by the moon. 

The song was more tender than rose tints, 
And more sweet than perfume rare, 

Stealing o'er, like caressing love-wreaths, 
Each flower blooming there. 

"The Life that is mine is eternal, 
Though the faulty form I wear 

May soon droop, its fresh beauty fading, 
Blighted by mortal fear. 



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11 - JJ T CHILD played all day in the 
^Ti garden 

*■** —+ Where I swung on my slender 

stem, 
Always growing and growing more lovely 
In the love reflected by him. 

"I wrapped his sweet face in my perfume; 

And I smiled my pinkest smile, 
While he sang; and he laughed, and 
loved me 

With every baby wile. 

"Today a sad man paused before me; 

And I heard his heart-wrung cry, 
So despairing, so filled with sorrow, — 

'Poor Rose, you, too, must die !' " 



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/■ j ^ *HE startled flower-folk of the 

A *\ garden 

^■^ Shivered, paled in the blighting 
fear; 
But the Rose sang her song of fragrance, 
Assuring with its cheer. 

"Ah, each one of us, my flower-kindred, 

Is a loving thought of God; 
And He buryeth not His treasures 

Neath dust and grass-grown sod. 

"Oh, now! let us breathe our sweet per- 
fume! 

Let it lift and gently fold 
The dark heart of this stricken mother 

Who bears the world-thought old!" 



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eACH bloom tipped its urn, over- 
spilling 
Its rich wealth of fragrant love; 
And the night in the soul, grief-fettered, 
Was gone in the light from above. 

The Day-star, with radiant shining, 
Clear illumed the depths of gloom; 

Soothed and stilled by the Peace Eternal, 
She plucked the pink rose-bloom. 

She heard, with her listening spirit 
The real song of the fadeless rose; 

And the voice of a soul blent with it 
That deepened her repose. 



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I ARE, though the dream- 
form has faded; 
And we live, though seeming 
dead; 
We are safe in the Father's Kingdom; 
His Life our life has fed. 

"For Love is the Source of our being, 
The All-Love that never dies; 

And the Truth is the law of living, 
The Truth that seeming defies. 

"What wealth to be always knowing, 
When the rose-breath comes to thee, 

That its fragrance is but suggesting 
What its real breath must be. 



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HAT joy to be always know- 
ing, 
When the grace of kindly deed 
Spreads abroad its inspiring message, 
'Tis but a part decreed. 



"That Infinite Power has no limit; 

That the true Life never ends; 
That all joy and all good, undying, 

Are gifts that Love extends. 

"That bells ringing out their glad tidings 
Of the joy of the Christ-Child's birth 

Cannot equal the voice of angels 
That sing the birth of Truth !" 



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